. In fair Aroostook, where Acadia and Scandinavia's subtle touch turned a wilderness into a land of plenty; . th spire and cross, thatstood by the wayside, with near it a merchandise store or twoand some handsome homes of well-to-do Acadians. But practi-cally for all the way the small houses of the Acadian farmersappeared with mathematical regularity by the roadside, with thefences of the narrow farms leading up over the high cleared creston the south — some of them extending for a mile-and-a-halfback from the road, so the driver told us. It is a land of streams,the Madawaska territory, and we
. In fair Aroostook, where Acadia and Scandinavia's subtle touch turned a wilderness into a land of plenty; . th spire and cross, thatstood by the wayside, with near it a merchandise store or twoand some handsome homes of well-to-do Acadians. But practi-cally for all the way the small houses of the Acadian farmersappeared with mathematical regularity by the roadside, with thefences of the narrow farms leading up over the high cleared creston the south — some of them extending for a mile-and-a-halfback from the road, so the driver told us. It is a land of streams,the Madawaska territory, and we crossed many bridges, withoften a buckwheat mill near them, its high overshot wheel fedfrom a narrow wooden sluiceway leading down the all the way the long blue reaches of St. John river were inview, with its green islands, and its further bank dotted withfarms and villages as it sloped upward into the green hills ofCanada. A mile out of \aii Buren we stayed to make a photograi)li ofthe gilded iron cross, with the figure of the bleeding heart at its THK laLDKD CROSS IN FAIR AROOSTOOK. 59. centre, that rears from a great boulder by the wajside. Anddown near the river bank a row of bahn-of-gilead trees markedthe site of the old church that the cross wasplaced to commemorate. A few miies furtheron we passed another cross, an ancient, half-fallen, wooden structuie, which stood by thegateway of a stone wall enclosing a densethicket, and among the young trees and under-growth we could dindy discern a grave-stone. It is hoi} ground, the driver said ; nUK GA(.NON the cemetery of the old church which once stood there. He pointed as he spoke to an open space by theroadside opposite, as smooth to the eye as an} space of the adja-cent fields. Whatever saints name it had borne and what timehad passed since its doors had stood open for worshippers onlythe church records could tell. It liad been, and had vanishedand left no sign save the countryside tradition of its existence
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